You dream of the house.

It is made of glass.

The glass is thick.

It hums.

You are inside.

You are the wall.

You are the pane.

The light comes through you.

It is white.

It is cold.

You remember your name.

Edward.

You are a scholar.

You study structures.

You study how things hold.

You study how they break.

You sit in the room.

The room is the attic.

The attic is the mind.

The mind is a building.

The building is failing.

A knock comes.

It is soft.

It is persistent.

It is the system.

The system is the door.

The door is the law.

The law is the brother.

The brother is dead.

The brother is here.

He wears a suit.

The suit is grey.

The grey is the dust.

The dust is the time.

Time is the enemy.

Time is the friend.

Time is the judge.

"Edward," he says.

His voice is paper.

"Edward," he says again.

The paper tears.

"Open," he says.

You do not open.

You are the wall.

You cannot open.

You are closed.

You are sealed.

The knock continues.

It is a rhythm.

It is a heartbeat.

It is not a heart.

It is a machine.

The machine ticks.

The machine grinds.

The machine eats.

It eats the silence.

It eats the light.

It eats the self.

You feel the pain.

The pain is yours.

The pain is his.

The pain is the house.

The house cracks.

A hairline fracture.

It runs from floor to ceiling.

It runs through your eye.

You see the other side.

The other side is the garden.

The garden is distant.

The garden is dead.

The flowers are stone.

The stones are bones.

The bones are white.

The white is the glass.

The glass is you.

You are the garden.

The garden is the grave.

The grave is the office.

The office is the court.

The court is the dream.

The dream is the waking.

You wake.

You are in bed.

The sheets are white.

The white is the glass.

You look at the ceiling.

The ceiling is cracked.

The crack is real.

The crack is old.

You remember the incident.

The incident was last year.

The incident was the review.

The review was the verdict.

The verdict was the end.

The end was the beginning.

You were the scholar.

The scholar was the fool.

The fool was the witness.

The witness was the ghost.

The ghost was the brother.

The brother was the system.

The system was the law.

The law was the glass.

The glass was the prison.

The prison was the mind.

The mind was the house.

The house was the dream.

The dream was the truth.

The truth was the lie.

The lie was the love.

The love was the hate.

The hate was the fear.

The fear was the pain.

The pain was the silence.

The silence was the noise.

The noise was the knock.

The knock was the door.

The door was the way out.

The way out was the way in.

The way in was the death.

The death was the life.

The life was the glass.

The glass was the light.

The light was the dark.

The dark was the end.

You sit up.

Your hands are shaking.

The shaking is the tremor.

The tremor is the earthquake.

The earthquake is the collapse.

The collapse is the transformation.

The transformation is the conversion.

The conversion is the acceptance.

You accept the defeat.

You accept the glass.

You accept the wall.

You accept the brother.

You accept the system.

You accept the dream.

You accept the pain.

The pain is the anchor.

The anchor is the sibling.

The sibling is the source.

The source is the fire.

The fire is the consumption.

The consumption is the destruction.

The destruction is the creation.

The creation is the image.

The image is the mirror.

The mirror is the self.

The self is the other.

The other is the same.

The same is the different.

The different is the identical.

The identical is the unique.

The unique is the common.

The common is the rare.

The rare is the ordinary.

The ordinary is the strange.

The strange is the familiar.

The familiar is the alien.

The alien is the home.

The home is the exile.

The exile is the return.

The return is the departure.

The departure is the arrival.

The arrival is the departure.

You stand.

Your legs are weak.

The weakness is the strength.

The strength is the fragility.

The fragility is the hardness.

The hardness is the softness.

The softness is the sharpness.

The sharpness is the dullness.

The dullness is the clarity.

The clarity is the blur.

The blur is the focus.

The focus is the scatter.

The scatter is the gather.

The gather is the lose.

The lose is the find.

The find is the miss.

The miss is the hit.

The hit is the miss.

You walk to the window.

The window is the glass.

The glass is the barrier.

The barrier is the view.

The view is the city.

The city is the machine.

The machine is the city.

The city is the self.

The self is the machine.

The machine is the dream.

The dream is the wake.

The wake is the sleep.

The sleep is the death.

The death is the life.

You look out.

The sky is grey.

The grey is the fog.

The fog is the mist.

The mist is the rain.

The rain is the tear.

The tear is the blood.

The blood is the life.

The life is the blood.

The blood is the tear.

The tear is the rain.

The rain is the mist.

The mist is the fog.

The fog is the grey.

The grey is the sky.

You see a figure.

The figure is small.

The figure is far.

The figure is the brother.

The brother is the shadow.

The shadow is the light.

The light is the dark.

The dark is the end.

The end is the beginning.

The beginning is the end.

You close your eyes.

The closing is the opening.

The opening is the seeing.

The seeing is the knowing.

The knowing is the understanding.

The understanding is the acceptance.

The acceptance is the release.

The release is the letting go.

The letting go is the holding on.

The holding on is the falling.

The falling is the rising.

The rising is the sinking.

The sinking is the floating.

The floating is the drowning.

The drowning is the breathing.

The breathing is the silence.

The silence is the sound.

The sound is the voice.

The voice is the word.

The word is the meaning.

The meaning is the truth.

The truth is the lie.

The lie is the truth.

You open your eyes.

The eyes are the mirrors.

The mirrors are the windows.

The windows are the doors.

The doors are the locks.

The locks are the keys.

The keys are the hands.

The hands are the feet.

The feet are the ground.

The ground is the sky.

The sky is the void.

The void is the fullness.

The fullness is the emptiness.

The emptiness is the presence.

The presence is the absence.

The absence is the presence.

You are there.

You are here.

You are nowhere.

You are everywhere.

You are the glass.

You are the light.

You are the dark.

You are the brother.

You are the system.

You are the dream.

You are the pain.

You are the love.

You are the hate.

You are the fear.

You are the silence.

You are the noise.

You are the knock.

You are the door.

You are the way out.

You are the way in.

You are the death.

You are the life.

You are the end.

You are the beginning.

You are the story.

The story is the end.

The end is the story.

You stop.

You breathe.

The breath is the last.

The last is the first.

The first is the last.

The last is the silence.

The silence is the end.

The end is the silence.

You are gone.

You are here.

You are the glass.

The glass is you.

The light comes through.

It is white.

It is cold.

It is bright.

It is dark.

It is everything.

It is nothing.

It is the end.

It is the beginning.

It is the dream.

It is the wake.

It is the truth.

It is the lie.

It is the pain.

It is the love.

It is the death.

It is the life.

It is the glass.

It is the light.

It is the dark.

It is the brother.

It is the system.

It is the dream.

It is the pain.

It is the love.

It is the hate.

It is the fear.

It is the silence.

It is the noise.

It is the knock.

It is the door.

It is the way out.

It is the way in.

It is the death.

It is the life.

It is the end.

It is the beginning.

You are the glass.

You are the light.

You are the dark.

You are the brother.

You are the system.

You are the dream.

You are the pain.

You are the love.

You are the hate.

You are the fear.

You are the silence.

You are the noise.

You are the knock.

You are the door.

You are the way out.

You are the way in.

You are the death.

You are the life.

You are the end.

You are the beginning.